coffee space
Today another day finding a place to walk to for my morning coffee. It’s Coffee Space this morning. A nice walk from our hotel. Finding new places for coffee each day is not a challenge here. It’s mostly thanks to Google Maps and just walking the city.
My wife goes to her social and talk time along with Khmer soup. I just have felt I wanted my time here so breakfast is optional. I like my mornings at a coffee place I could just find. She likes her TikTok and Facebook times. I don’t do those things thankfully.
Last day here
I’ve enjoyed the time away from the house and people in Siem Reap a lot. I always think on how life would be staying here longer. No place we have been is challenging and I could just find a place to stay longer easily. This morning though I walk instead and head down some side streets on my walk.
I had decided to cross one of the bridges to walk but I don’t think that’s gonna happen unless it does happen. I never know. So better to write a little over my iced americano and just go where my nose points.
Today another day finding a place to walk to for my morning coffee. It’s Coffee Space this morning. A nice walk from our hotel. Finding new places for coffee each day is not a challenge here. It’s mostly thanks to Google Maps and just walking the city.
My wife goes to her social and talk time along with Khmer soup. I just have felt I wanted my time here so breakfast is optional. I like my mornings at a coffee place I could just find. She likes her TikTok and Facebook times. I don’t do those things thankfully.
Last day here
I’ve enjoyed the time away from the house and people in Siem Reap a lot. I always think on how life would be staying here longer. No place we have been is challenging and I could just find a place to stay longer easily. This morning though I walk instead and head down some side streets on my walk.
I had decided to cross one of the bridges to walk but I don’t think that’s gonna happen unless it does happen. I never know. So better to write a little over my iced americano and just go where my nose points.
Tonight we will do a western restaurant here I have wanted to try since last time. They specialize in grilled steaks and stuff. There are good restaurants in the city. Down the little side streets and alleys are an amazing variety of places to go.
Lately I’ve been somewhat sad to see how a friend in Hanoi has become so much less with his Vietnamese family. I don’t understand his anger issues with two Vietnamese boys that are teenagers. Perhaps he doesn’t remember his biological kids being teens. Instead of accepting things with grace and humor and some degree of acceptance he tirades against them. It means I cannot really want to see him since I like both of the boys. His Vietnamese wife looks to him to be an anchor. Instead he seems to have lost sight of life and instead only wants his evenings spent drinking. I feel bad for D. His wife has always treated him with respect and admiration and devotion. He seems to have lost sight of basic things in life with his expectation a 14 year old would act some other way. Sad really.
I have wanted to go see them for a long while. Now it feels like a stretch wanting all that again after some of his recent comments and messages about life in Hanoi. To me, he does not know how good he has it. Enough of that and back to the last day.
Back to Battambang
So the last day brings this desire to write some. To show some. To wander after coffee somewhere. I like all those things.
Coffee first and some memories replayed. Some photo from some place other than here. Because coffee causes me to remember another life or so.
Tonight we will do a western restaurant here I have wanted to try since last time. They specialize in grilled steaks and stuff. There are good restaurants in the city. Down the little side streets and alleys are an amazing variety of places to go.
Lately I’ve been somewhat sad to see how a friend in Hanoi has become so much less with his Vietnamese family. I don’t understand his anger issues with two Vietnamese boys that are teenagers. Perhaps he doesn’t remember his biological kids being teens. Instead of accepting things with grace and humor and some degree of acceptance he tirades against them. It means I cannot really want to see him since I like both of the boys. His Vietnamese wife looks to him to be an anchor. Instead he seems to have lost sight of life and instead only wants his evenings spent drinking. I feel bad for D. His wife has always treated him with respect and admiration and devotion. He seems to have lost sight of basic things in life with his expectation a 14 year old would act some other way. Sad really.
I have wanted to go see them for a long while. Now it feels like a stretch wanting all that again after some of his recent comments and messages about life in Hanoi. To me, he does not know how good he has it. Enough of that and back to the last day.
Back to Battambang
So the last day brings this desire to write some. To show some. To wander after coffee somewhere. I like all those things.
Coffee first and some memories replayed. Some photo from some place other than here. Because coffee causes me to remember another life or so.
See you when we get back.